Dreams are for today
Not tomorrow or any day
Don’t give up
Live for now
Give it your all
Sometimes we fall
Sometimes there’s
No one to call
Dreams big or small
Deserve to come true
Dreams, dreams

Be not in search
of any miracle:
hold closely to yourself
choose the path you desire
have in mind the ideal
light up your inner self's fire-

each life has its own mystery:
at its labyrinth is a hidden world
untainted, pristine, unfettered, bold
beyond reason's touch or measure-

the self is the unfolding
of the sublimest beauty
its edge the universe encircles
nothing else is comparable -

into a brave new world
you have entered
its wonders are unparalleled -

rest unto yourself:
you've overcome all odds
and rendered
the best possible--
there's no need at all
for you to search
for any miracle!

Sixty years of
Blood
Sweat
Ink

Perhaps today
Something good

If mental scars
were rungs
on a ladder
It would
stretch up
into heaven

Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me

She worries about
everything,
real and imagined,
"what if this? What if that?"
I watched my
Mom
worry herself right
into the
grave one disastrous
December night.
My girlfriend doesn't care.
She wants me to
worry right along
with her.
And when I don't
she
gets angry.

My Dad said,
"They can **** us,
but they can't eat us."
I share this with her.
Nothing!
Just
worry, worry, worry.